The past few nights have been rough in the Caring home. Poor little guy is getting his four sharp teeth in (no idea what they are called) and they have been killing him. Last night we managed a five-hour stretch (!!!!) after a healthy dose of Baby Tylenol, but if we don't keep him drugged he is up every hour. We hit an all-time low this week when he taught himself to throw up so we would pay attention to him in the middle of the night. What possesses a 16-month-old to do that? We were trying to get him to sleep in his crib again, but no luck. He hates it. We really need a second bedroom.